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The assassin crouched in a field where the moon was bright and wolves cried in the distance.
Then a hot guy walked by and he was like, "OMG! Can I have ur #?" and he was like "Sure."
And then the wolf tore apart his flesh, and the blood spilled across the grass and Edward from Twilight came out and drank it all up. The end.